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GRAY MONKS' LIBRARY 

Jungle Apes Abroad 

A Travesty on 

The World -War 

By SOL SUNDERLANDT^,.,ow.L.:3 

Author of The Cave-Dwellers 

Cartoons by Adonis 



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Publishers' Preface 

THE tragic portrayal, in 
verse, of mankind exter- 
minated in the world-war, 
and replaced by jungle 
apes, transfixed our attention at 
once. We lost no time in closing 
our contract with the inspired 
author, upon whom a book-loving 
world are turning their wondering 
eyes. The soul-harrowing verses 
of the author, nobly sustained by 
the illustrations executed by 
Adonis, the famous cartoonist, are 
presented herein to the reading 
public. We hope that the circula- 
tion of this carefully prepared 
souvenir of the world's most ter- 
rible cataclysm will prove worthy 
of the merits, both of the poem 
and the cartoons. 

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CANTO I. 

The Spectre Apes. 

UR scientists, found everywhere, 
Their faces plowed with lines of care. 
Explain the evolution plan 
Which has produced the race of man. 

First, starting back in nebulae. 

They tell how planets came to be. 

The planets hardened, but were hot; 

Then slowly cooled, began to rot 

The surface round. Then wriggling things. 

With neither legs nor show of wings, 

Became the earliest generations 

Of all the animal creations. 

They wriggle round some million years, 

Till higher range of life appears ; 

Then fins and legs and wings appeared, 

And natural selection steered 

The highest types of life yet known. 

These learned men have plainly shown 

That jungle apes, for ages long. 

Roamed through the woods in motley throng, 

Whilst struggling for some sort of speech 

Better than crudesome howl and screech. 

When man arrived at prouder shape. 

He full disdained the parent ape. 

The inter-racial wars we pass. 

When men gorillas did outclass, 

And back and forth, with club and spear, 

Smote every foe that did appear. 

Hammer of stone and oaken stick 

Wrought dire destruction, fast and thick. 

When mankind gained the best of it. 

The ape, with crude and clumsy wit. 

Abandoned conflicts at the front 

For plodding life of jungle hunt. 

The humans rose to culture vast, 

And on gorilla sires now cast 

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Yet haughtier frowns then e'er before. 

The merchant prince, with lavish store 

Of mortal comforts, strutted ronnd 

His rich estate's bemansioned ground. 

But, e'er his bliss was full complete, 

The call to war his ears did greet. 

The nations mustered right and left, 

Some million homes of sires bereft. 

Brothers and sons went forth to fight. 

Each for his king's ideas of right. 

In all this world-wide scourging war, 

The embattled hosts were fighting for 

The tweedledum and tweedledee 

Of polities of powers that be. 

Then nightmares, with new style of dread, 

Beset each weary statesman's head. 

Barons of this, and counts of that. 

Engaged in consequential chat 

To steer the tide of war, beheld 

A spectre which their heart-beats quelled 

With chilling terror. Bands of apes. 

With glaring eyes and hideous shapes. 

Each armed with knotted oaken stick. 

Thronged through the doorway, fast and thick. 

They circled round the men of state, 

And thus their chieftain did orate: 

^^We come from out the jungles wild 

To see the human race beguiled 

To scourging war. For ages past 

We've owned gorilla bands outclassed 

In ways progressive. We had hope 

That man, with his ambitious scope. 

Would modify his breeding pen. 

So that contemporary men 

Could have some peaceful breathing space, 

The business of their age to face. 

Ye whipped us once beyond repair. 

Close faced within the jungle lair. 

But now you've reckless run your rope 

And fight each other, past all hope. 

When ye shipwreck in hopeless shape 

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'Tis not the part of jungle ape 

To mend your plight. 'Tis ours to say, 

Build huger guns, and fight away. 

When full destroyed your fickle race, 

Such tragic dearth we'll bravely face. 

G-orilla bands will lift their heads, 

Build fairer bowers and daintier beds. 

We'll stalk abroad o'er human graves, 

Repeopling with gorilla braves. 

New comforts for ourselves we'll plan, 

As fades away the age of man. 

We shall be lords of thrift and peace. 

When all our human kindred cease." 

Those statesmen uttered groan and shriek, 

When grinning apes began to speak 

In human phrases, and to be 

Spokesmen of strange philosophy. 

Prompted they knew not whence. At last, 

After some moments time had passed, 

A noble lord rose to his feet. 

Those jungle arguments to meet. 

** Believe ye then our sun has set, 

And ye alone the case have met 

With new-planned species, born to rule?" 

The ape replied, '^In rugged school 

Of universal war ye strive. 

Hoping some remnant may survive 

And longer rule the earth. Yet know 

The worlds move on, where'er ye go. 

To power or to destruction. Fight. 

And, if your species ends in blight, 

Then ours must plan the coming day, 

When your creations fade away." 

Each statesman's hopes to ashes turned. 

The assembly was declared adjourned. 

Whate'er the futures of those men, 

When such wild nightmares come again, 

They'll tremble for their godlike race. 

Lest jungle apes usurp their place. 



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CANTO II. 

The Vision of Count Von Snooks, 

MONGST the statesmen who had seen 
The spectre apes, of hideous mien, 
Was Count Von Snooks, a mighty man 
In every sort of world-war plan. 

Midst vast arrays of maps and books, 

Burdened with care, dwelt Count Von Snooks. 

Look now his frowning castle o'er. 

Built by Teutonic lords of yore, 

And oft repaired by modern hands. 

Upon the old ancestral lands 

Has grown a city, small in size. 

Yet full of statesmen great and wise. 

They live in mansions, copied close 

From feudal castles, I suppose. 

We know, from all their anxious looks. 

Their hopes are fixed on Count Von Snooks. 

The mighty statesman sat alone. 

Close heedful of his telephone, 

That problems international 

Might reach his notice first of all. 

In his arm chair he fell asleep. 

And fitful dreams did o'er him creep. 

A giant ape, of hideous looks. 

Towered o'er the chair of Count Von Snooks. 

The statesman's heart grew dumb with fear 

To see the creature standing near. 

The big brute grinned, and rubbed his chin. 

Then took a seat and did begin: 

^'Fear not, statesman, brave and bold. 

And calm those features gray and old. 

I've come from jungles far away. 

And settled near your town to stay. 

Gorilla bands have followed me; 

Their settlements all men can see 

Within the timber round. Some day, 

As human armies melt away, 

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We'll look around your streets, and find 

Such vacant mansions as my mind 

Delights in most. These we can hold, 

And thence exploit our projects bold. 

Fear not, my brave and learned friend. 

If you have power the case to mend 

Of your distracted race, proceed, 

And let us help you all you need.'' 

The creature grinned, and chuckled strange, 

The while his thoughts he did arrange. 

And then went on, ^'I only called 

That my new plans might be installed 

In harmony with yours. You see. 

There's no hostility in me. 

We've spurned our clubs; we shall not fight 

To champion the brute- world's right 

To dwell amongst mankind, or fill 

Their places when the dread foe kill. 

Pray, calm your fears, and tell me true 

What future hopes encourage you?" 

The old count clinched his teeth, and stared, 

And stammered long, so ill-prepared 

Was he to meet the case. At last 

His glimpses o'er the brute he cast. 

And hissed between his teeth, ^^Alas, 

Mankind have reached a shameful pass 

To treat with such as you. I know 

The nations through much grief must go 

Before the war shall cease. But yet 

I hope some higher plane they'll get, 

When peace shall come again, and dwell 

Midst luxuries that please them well." 

The scene dispelled, and others came. 

Through all the old count's grief and shame 

The days and months went fleeting by. 

Whilst brutish apes, beneath his eye. 

Grew stronger through the region. When, 

Out of the window of his den. 

He scanned a castle quaint and old, 

Which some rich baron long did hold, 

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Who now was slain, within the tower 

An ape had fixed his whimsie bower ; 

Upon the bed lay grim and rude. 

A, gothic window open stood, 

Through which the creature grinned at him. 

Then every wild gorilla whim 

Succeeded fast. For, high and low. 

Through those old rooms the apes did go, 

Eough handling all the furniture. 

And making their possession sure. 

The scene dispelled, but o'er and o'er. 

New dreams, each deadlier than before, 

Did rack the brain of Count Von Snooks. 

Amidst those dusty maps and books 

He madly stared. Some object rose. 

And swept so close it brushed his clothes. 

Then, seated in that haunted den. 

The royal ape faced him again. 

^^My sapient friend,'' the creature said, 

^'Some millions more of men are dead. 

The town where you were born and reared 

Belongs to apes, as you have feared. 

To some extent. And I myself 

Have risen to the topmost shelf. 

The mayor's castle now is mine. 

In ape society I shine. 

And visit men in midnight dreams. 

Creeping amongst the rafter beams; 

Eude arguing their future case. 

Persuading they have run their race." 

The scene dispelled. He dreamed again; 

And scarce a handful, now, of men 

Dwelt in the town around. Instead, 

Whichever way he turned his head, 

He saw gorillas strolling round. 

And claiming everything they found. 

In almost every mansion dwelt 

Gorillas who the problem felt 

Of reconstructing world affairs. 

Safe housed within their mansion lairs. 

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And now all human things were past; 

The count of all mankind was last. 

The apes ran things a little rough, 

But had ambition quite enough. 

They cherished, with full solemn looks, 

Their lonely guest, poor Count Von Snooks. 

At sundry times they came to him, 

Exploiting some seductive whim. 

They learned to reason more and more. 

And valued much the human lore 

Enmassed in his great library. 

Full well they knew, none more than he 

Had led mankind in wisdom's ways. 

They baited him with words of praise, 

And argued, in primeval way. 

With their strange guest from day to day. 

Beside the plans of mortal kind 

They briskly strove new paths to find 

For their advancement. Count Von Snooks 

Instructed them from human books; 

And, when new schemes they did essay. 

He helped them on their onward way. 

Gorilla dames of hideous looks 

Oft tried their wiles on Count Von Snooks, 

But he preferred to play the monk. 

And every courtship proved a flunk. 

Some centuries passed, yet Count Von Snooks 

Still dwelt on earth with vigorous looks. 

He did not age, his life was charmed. 

And no rude ape the wise guest harmed. 

Though dreary was the old count's life, 

With neither neighbor, child nor wife, 

His sincere friendship for the apes 

Was mutual help in countless shapes. 

Slowly the human fashions waned; 

Gorilla customs daily gained; 

Labored, of course, their progress was; 

And yet, so noble was their cause 

To remedy each old abuse, 

Their wit availed to clever use. 

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Where once extremes of rich and poor 

Made hardships painful to endure, 

Gorilla evolution brought 

The rude relief men long had sought; 

And ape lords now, in human place, 

Right nobly these reforms did face. 

They swung in hammocks everywhere, 

Or lounged back in some easy chair. 

Left by their human predecessors. 

Of whom they were the proud successors. 

They had few manufactured wares, 

But turned with dread from such dull cares. 

With patient help from Count Von Snooks, 

Some furniture of dubious looks 

They learned to make. Yet every ape 

Managed to live in ample shape. 

Though all could not be lords, of course. 

The faithful count was endless source 

Of good ideas to aid their plans 

To rearrange the world of man's. 

Whilst laboring with the apes. Von Snooks 

Lunged over on a heap of books. 

He woke from out that tragic dream, 

And all the world a maze did seem! 

The telephone now rallied him 

To listen to some warrior's whim. 

Each time he meets with statesmen now 

His wild nightmare he doth avow; 

And argues for some nobler shape 

Of world affairs than jungle ape 

Could ever plan, should he replace 

The frail, yet godlike, human race. 



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